(after Vincent Swart)
She is like the hot yellow sun warm, with hair yellow
and I have known her intimately, her sunny nature
sometimes laughing, at times somewhat mellow
and I want her to share my future.
Her shoes, hat and sometimes a jersey or coat
is placed at the end of the bed
or in the wardrobe and she leaves a lump in my throat
and I know her from toe to head
with her hair splashed wild around her face
she smiles hot as sunshine
bringing joy to any place
and I am glad that she is mine.
Gentle like the wind her voice sings
and she tells me extraordinary things.
[Reference: She has a face like a beautiful melon by Vincent Swart.]
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